Scarlet "makes peace" and digs deeper

Scarlet found the Boston PD Sergeant and another man waiting at Moose’s truck.

“You’re Moose’s friend?” the Sergeant asked.

“You know about this?” Scarlet asked.

“I know he wanted me to arrest him today and search the location for anything beyond the bait bag,” the Sergeant smiled.

“Come on,” the agent said, “Our flower delivery truck is over here. Agent Hedwick by the way.”

He led her down the street to a cargo van and opened the door for her. Inside was another agent looking at a laptop and a state trooper listening to a set of headphones.

“Anything?” Hedwick asked.

“They called their families and are panicked,” the state trooper said, “If these ladies are involved with a terror cartel, they are complete amateurs.”

“Is it a search if I am invited in?” Scarlet asked.

“I am sure they would give you a tour,” Hedwick said.

*

“You wanted to see us?” Flint asked knocking on Sharpe’s open door.

“I understand you two are going fishing on your leave,” Sharpe said calmly then pulled a cell phone out of his desk and put it on the top, “If you find anything, I want you to call in immediately.”

*

Scarlet knocked on the open door of the shop. Both women looked and smiled at her. One waved for her to come in.

“Sorry about earlier,” Scarlet said.

“It’s ok,” one of the ladies said, “That guy must have been high before you met him. I’m Kelly by the way.”

Scarlet smiled at the blonde Hispanic girl. The other was a mixed girl with her hair dyed neon red.

“What do you guys do here?” Scarlet asked.

“We make custom latex outfits,” Kelly the Hispanic girl walked over ready to give the sale pitch, “We do catsuits, corsets, lingerie, dresses and custom outfits.”

The display area had a bunch of samples in all sorts of colors and sizes.

“Over here is the try on and sizing area,” Kelly lead Scarlet back in the shop to a three walled area with mirrors and a black shower curtain, “And in back here is our workshop where we make everything by hand. Our Supplies are on the back wall there by the shipping door.”

Scarlet looked at everything making sure to not everything she saw looking for any clues.

“Do you mind me asking who buys this stuff?” Scarlet asked trying to sound like a cop.

“Well, we don’t have a single customer type,” Kelly smiled with a prepared answer, “Typically we do outfits for private fetishist who love latex, Proffesionals in the fetish community get pieces from us, sometimes our costumer is a fashionista type, we do a lot of work for models and PR agencies who hire them but we always like to work with celebrity stylists. See those pictures? That’s our work on the TMZ.”

Scarlet walked around the workshop looking at everything. She stopped when she spotted a set of drawings. They were for a halter top and skirt set with the Cobra logo on the chest and next to it was the name Sidney with a set of measurements. The number looked like Doctor Sidney Bingle-Jones the Cobra Scientist who had been a double agent in a US weapons lab.

“Like I said,” Kelly came over, “Some of our customers are professional fetishists. Rubber Nazis, cop and military are popular looks for dominatrices.”

Kelly picked up the black and blue rubber fake cop uniform hat and handed it to Scarlet.

“Try it on,” Kelly smiled.

Scarlet examined it for a second and then put the cap on her head hoping there wasn’t any mind control tech hidden in it. Nothing happened, well Kelly giggled a little and went to grab a mirror. She came back and held it so Scarlet could see herself.

“Ah, no,” Scarlet smiled sheepishly, “I don’t think my supervisors would approve of this.”

She took it off and put it back on the table next to the drawings, she then tapped her finger on the drawings.

“What can you tell me about these?” Scarlet asked.

“Oh those?” Kelly smiled proudly, “An agency contracted us to make outfits for their models. Some sort of booth girl wardrobe.”

“How much would an outfit like that cost?” Scarlet tried to act indifferent.

“Basic?” Kelly shrugged, “eighty and eighty roughly. Custom sized costs more, extras cost more, appliques like that snake pattern cost more, rush orders cost more but you get the idea. Did you want to have an outfit made? I can get our catalogue.”

“No,” Scarlet smiled, “I was just wondering. I am not making the big bucks they keep tossing around in Washington.”

*

“Oh Mistress,” Mary-Jane skipped into the lab, “Guess who is in our tailor shop.”

Mary-Jane handed her the tablet with video feed from their new fetish tailor.

“Well if it isn’t Scarlet,” Anastasia smirked and then frowned, “How did she find that place? Mary-Jane… How have you been communicating with them?”

“I called them on the office phone when no one was around so nobody could let anything slip near the mic,” Mary-Jane was confused.

“MARY-JANE!” Anastasia yelled, “THEY TRACKED THE PHONE CALLS! YOU LEAD THEM RIGHT THERE AND TO US!”

Suddenly she stopped and looked at the screen again. Anastasia noticed the badge on the redhead’s belt. There was the bulge in the coat pocket of a non-standard handgun. She put her mind to work looking at the clues and processing everything.

“No, she is there hunting hunches and stray strands,” Anastasia’s mind churned, “This might be an opportunity… And no doubt some of the other Joes will be coming this way too…”

The plots started forming…

“How long before we can bring another superhuman throw the machine?” she shouted at Cassandra Knox.

“We could have it up tonight,” Cassandra rubbed her forehead, “But we would have to go for broke.”

“Guard!” Anastasia called to a Viper, “Get them anything they need or ask for.”